"Oh, you're here to get his blood analyzer for Elder Else." Even though I didn't say a word, the eccentric alchemist Edgwell still saw my purpose at a glance. I don't know how he did it, but maybe it's just like the inexplicable knowledge in my head, it's an innate instinct.

"I can't give it to you right now, there's a small part on it that hasn't been finished. I need some special ingredients, and if you can help me get my hands on them, I'll be able to get them to you soon. You'll have to go to the abandoned mines west of the city to find a mineral called quartzite jade, which is some shiny white rock, and you can't get it wrong. You can dig them out with this pickaxe, fill this bag to the brim, and don't forget to bring torches. You'd better be careful, though, as it seems to be being inhabited by a swarm of large bats right now. ”

Although he asked for my opinion, he did not give me a chance to object. As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a pickaxe, a large bag, and a torch out of nowhere, put them in my hand, and then immediately put me aside and turned to continue his crazy and dangerous alchemical experiment.

With my tools in hand, I stood awkwardly awkwardly, not knowing what to do. According to etiquette (though I don't know how I knew it), it seemed better that I should say goodbye to the owner of this house before leaving. But seeing him busy and concentrated, I was afraid that I would interrupt his research abruptly.

I stood cramped for a long time before I made up my mind to say goodbye to him, when I suddenly smelled a bitter smell in the air, and the instincts I had exercised in battle made me feel the smell of danger. Suddenly, a blazing red burst out in front of me, and a surging wave of heat followed, instantly burning my cheeks. At the same time, a huge explosion suddenly sounded, like thunder exploding in my ears. For a brief moment, I had only time to lean over and lay on the ground with my head in my hands, feeling all sorts of debris grazing against my scalp.

When everything was calm again, I had the courage to tentatively raise my head and look around. Not much had changed in the room - everything was already chaotic, and the chaos caused by this explosion was completely negligible. The black smoke was still billowing on the iron shelves of the test bench, and the alchemist Edgwell's torn clothes and blackened face were as good as ever.

"Don't worry......" he smiled again, revealing two rows of white teeth. But his smile wasn't reassuring no matter how you looked at it—whether it was a paranoid madman or a retarded person with a blown out braincase, it seemed that this should be the kind of smile he should have.

“…… It was just a small accident. He continued with an unchanging face, as if it were all taken for granted.

Immediately, I put all social etiquette behind me and rushed out of Edgewell's house as fast as I could. I swear, not even a dragon would ever try to pull me back into this room at this point. Farewell to him? No kidding, I don't want to stay in this place for a second - well, I admit, I don't dare to stay - I'm not so afraid of death, but the stupid way of dying in vain is something I can't accept when I have my head inexplicably smashed in the head by a broken bowl caused by a deranged madman.

Following Edgwell's instructions, I walked out of the gates on the west side of the city of Capunavia. It was already dark, and there were far fewer people in and outside the city, except for the occasional few Skywaders flashing in my field of vision, also with dull eyes and hurried looks.

There were fewer people, and the number of beasts roaming outside the city naturally increased, but now, these first- and second-class birds and beasts wandering at the gates of the city could no longer pose any threat to me. In fact, even if I walk past them at close range, they don't chase me as hard as they used to—I think it's because my soul strength is much higher than theirs. Even so, I took care to keep a considerable distance from them as I walked—especially the flocks of hens near the base of the wall.

Following the markings on the magic map, I followed a path to the end, easily eliminating a few wild dogs along the way that lacked basic judgment on the strength of my opponent, and finally found a dilapidated mine hole.

It was clearly an abandoned mine, and the eaves of the cave had been badly eaten and covered with large cobwebs, but they were still sturdy. The tunnels inside the cavern are also firmly supported by thick timber, and the floor of the tunnel is paved with two long railroad tracks, one end of which leads to the depths of the black cavern - a practical design that is the work of the dwarves, who have a natural love of making this way to transport ore out of the surface quickly and quickly.

Several huge bats hovered around the entrance to the cave, and they didn't fly very high, even the huge ears and ugly sharp teeth were clearly recognizable. Their strength is not commensurate with their ferocious looks, and this creature called the "Big Bat" is only a third-level creature and is not difficult to deal with. I didn't want to provoke a swarm of bats, so I leaned against one side of the mountain wall and headed for the entrance of the mine. Only three bats spotted me along the way, and it didn't take much effort for me to kill them.

Walking into the mine, I lit a torch. The torches weren't very bright, they only illuminated me less than twenty paces before and after. The flickering light of the fire rippled on the surrounding stone walls, and I felt a different kind of oppression. I hadn't taken a few steps before a glittering white solid appeared in my field of vision, and I knew that this was the quartzite jade I was looking for. I put the torch aside, took out the pocket and pickaxe, and quickly dug it out. The ore was harder than I had imagined, and several shocks made my hands tingle. I tossed it into my pocket, put it in my magic backpack, picked up the torch, and kept going.

The cave is very deep, and the further you go inside, the more bats you will encounter, and the more powerful they will become. I've been walking in for a long time, digging more and more ore, and the opponents I've encountered have become two level 5 "vampire bats" that appear side by side. This giant bat with a red-haired coat is born with a blood-sucking ability, and is able to absorb part of my life force into its own life force when biting. This is already the limit of what I can deal with, if it weren't for Niu Wan who gave me a lot of life potions when he left, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to support this at all.

With one last piece of ore to fill my pocket, I decided to go a little further and get out when I had dug up enough ore. Soon, I found a piece of shiny quartzite jade in Yongdao. I rushed over and pulled out my pickaxe and immediately dug it into my hand, accomplishing the purpose of my trip. Just then, I heard a soft "thump" sound not far from the inside of the mine.

I followed the sound and found that at a bend not far ahead, a short, muscular man with a long red beard in pigtails was wielding a large pickaxe and digging hard at the wall. The pickaxe was huge, almost twice as large as the one I had in my hand, and the user was so small that the top of my head was barely above my chest. The combination of his short stature and his huge pickaxe creates a sense of incongruity and comics, and one can't help but worry that the man will be thrown out of his own tools by using too much force.

Both the physical and physical characteristics prove that the person in front of me is a highland dwarf of pure blood. The Golden Stone Fort northeast of Campunavia is a dwarven city, less than three days apart, so it's not hard to find dwarven tracks near Campunavia.

Humans feel more lonely in dark, narrow spaces, especially when they are surrounded by deadly vampire beasts. So, seeing a fellow traveler here who has the same goal makes me feel very delighted.

"Hello." I happily walked over to him and greeted him in a friendly way, "I didn't expect anyone to be here." ”

"Mining is really good...... he didn't squint, the work in his hands did not pause at all, and his words did not hide his love and dedication to his work.

"Oh, is it? So how did you get it? This is supposed to be an abandoned mine, is there anything good left? I asked curiously.

As soon as I finished speaking, the dwarf miner suddenly sang loudly with great pride in his thick voice: "We miners have power, hey, we miners have power......"

It can be seen that this guy is very satisfied with his current job and is very proud of it. But I was a little overwhelmed by his overly enthusiastic expression.

"How long have you been here? I mean, you look like you've been here for a long time......" I asked hesitantly.

"Mining or destruction, that's a question worth considering......," his tone suddenly became angry and vicissitudes, and his words were heavy, profound, and thought-provoking. Perhaps there is only one word that can describe the profound quality of his words, and that is - the answer is not what is asked!

"Hi, are you okay? Are you okay? "I'm really worried about his reaction. He didn't look like he was in any sane, but every one of his answers didn't match mine.

"I pounce on the ore like a hungry man pounces on bread!" He ignored my questions.

"Didn't you hear me clearly?" I'm going crazy with this paranoid miner. Originally, I thought I had found a like-minded partner, but I didn't expect him to just talk pure gibberish.

"I'm going to put my limited life into infinite mining!" He replied with a firm swear.

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And just like that, I had a strange and puzzling exchange with him. The rude-looking dwarf had been speaking to me in poetic language, and every word he said was so meaningful, yet so incomprehensible. The most amazing thing is that no matter what he says, he is unreservedly eulogizing and praising the cause of "mining" and the profession of "miner". In his mouth, "mining" is simply the noblest and greatest profession in the world, and the life of mining is full of the halo of honor, brilliant and magnificent, and as a miner, in his words, it is "a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who is free from low-level interests, and a person who is beneficial to the people".

If someone is watching our conversation at this time, he will see an interesting scene of a human warrior in armor with a confused and confused face, constantly asking useless questions; In front of him, a raggedly dressed dwarven miner remained unmoved, intently digging through the stones, and answering slowly. There seems to be some kind of communication between the two men, but at least I don't know what he's trying to say.

I don't know how this happened. Maybe this guy with a head full of ore didn't understand what I was saying, or maybe my mind wasn't quick enough to keep up with his fast-paced mind.

In other words, I think the strange dwarven miner in front of me is a great philosopher, if not an idiot - in fact, a lot of the time there isn't a big difference between the two, the difference is only in the way you see them.

In the course of our conversation, several vampire bats once flew towards us. I used to watch them warily, but whenever they flew right to the edge of the warning distance, they would suddenly turn around and drift away in the opposite direction. After doing this a few times, I finally confirmed that we were in a blind spot where the bats roamed, and that there was no infestation from these flying beasts.

Finally, I gave up on this futile conversation. I don't expect much to say anything worthwhile from the mouth of this dwarven miner anymore. He gave me a very strange feeling, and I always felt that he was less of a free-spirited seeker and more like a silent primitive. He will only reply if I say a word to him first. Unlike ordinary natives, he speaks to people in a variety of ways, but he is completely uninformed.

Before leaving, I habitually said goodbye to him, and he shouted to me solemnly: "Mining represents the requirements of the development of advanced productive forces, the direction of advanced culture, and the fundamental interests of the majority of players!" ”

Immediately, my head was as big as a bucket, and I hurried out of the mine, leaving only him wielding a pickaxe. With his desperate efforts, I would not be too surprised if he could dig through the entire magnificent Uzig Mountains and open a passage to the Far West.

Oh, by the way, this guy has a very strange name, it's called "Hang Up Mining Practice Trumpet......

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